.Ocean of Ellipsism and Monachopsis.

.I'm Cold Yet Warm.

He could feel the crashing of the waves, the way they did it so naturally. Though he was placed on the shore right where the water met the sand, he could make out every crash of the waves with his eyes still shut. There was a very tranquil aspect to the way they did it so unaware, so oblivious to the cause.

The wettened sand in between his toes made him even more in touch with his emotions, as of now, if that was even feasible. The breeze made him want to break down in tears, not necessarily happy or sad tears, just, tears. Tears he couldn't let break free. They also didn't seem to need to be independent, on their own.

All the notes of the wind seeming as though they were screaming at him; though he knew they had no significance in his life. Not screaming as in screaming, screaming as in trying to send a message, but can't address it loud enough. Similar to a strangled cry. Not aggressive, angered screaming. Not that it mattered to him.

He had been placed here for precisely two hours sixteen minutes. He had been alternating between sitting and standing, so his legs didn't hurt too bad. Right now, he was standing.

He felt something touch his shoulder twice. He whipped his head around, irritated. All of his hair blocking his view. He wiped the black mess out of his face and placed it gingerly behind his ear. He saw a boy, his expression concerned.

The boy was the first to speak, "You okay man?" he asked hesitantly, "you've been here for hours," He put it simply. Gerard squinted his eyes slightly, cocking his head to the side a little. Strictly out of curiosity on what answer he wanted to get out of Gerard and as to why he was so concerned.

Gerard nodded, still a tiny bit curious. Gerard turned his head back to the waves, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He had always loved the smell of the salty Atlantic; it always, without fail put him into a deep state of equanimity.

Gerard's eyes still closed, he heard the crunching sound of sand come around and stop beside him. The same boy from earlier spoke up, "smells great, doesn't it?" Gerard could tell by the way his voice sounded, it was a rhetorical question; Gerard still hummed a quiet 'mhm' the boy seemed nice enough Gerard thought; Gerard figured ignoring him would be a rude thing to do. Gerard could tell the boy was facing the waves based on where his voice came from.

Gerard could sense the boy's eyes move to him. "So," the boy started, "ya gotta name, stranger?" Gerard was confused as to why the boy needed a name if he was only going to see Gerard this once. Again, Gerard figured he'd answer because not answering would be rude. Gerard opened his eyes. He noticed a large pastel pink backpack sitting beside the boy's feet, Gerard looked up at him.

"Gerard," his voice came out as a whisper because Gerard hasn't spoken in quite some time. So, of course, the boy didn't hear Gerard.

"hmm?" the boy questioned.

Gerard cleared his throat, "Gerard," his voice still coming out small, but louder than the previous.

"Huh," the boy's voice almost like a laugh, "that's a rad name you got there, Gerard," he tested the name. Gerard had always loved listening to new people say his name, everyone has a unique way of saying it, most people saying it correctly. People in high school didn't pronounce it correctly on purpose. Perhaps it was to make Gerard angry but Gerard didn't hold grudges and he sure as fuck didn't act on his anger. "Muh name's Frank," the boy added.

"Frank," Gerard tested the name on his tongue, the 'ran' part sounding harsh due to his very noticeable Jersey accent.

"Yep, the name doesn't really match though. I am not an old man," Frank chuckled. Gerard couldn't help but let out a snort, suddenly embarrassed his eyes went wide, Gerard slapped a hand over his mouth. Frank playfully punched Gerard in the shoulder, careful not to hurt Gerard. The playful nature easing Gerard's embarrassment. Gerard was embarrassed easily and he couldn't help it; practically anything could set his cheeks on fire.

Gerard took his hand away from his mouth, he grinned as they looked at each other in the eyes. Frank immediately grinned back.

Gerard tore his gaze away and sighed in contentment. Frank copied right back. They stood there for a few more minutes before Frank broke the comforting silence.

"Well, I hate to be a killjoy but l-" he yawned tiredly. "I better get going, it's about five-thirty; my mom will be worried," Frank admitted. Gerard nodded his head in understanding but slight disappointment. He patted Gerard's shoulder and sighed, "see you around, Gerard." Frank tried to shake his hand then, but Gerard acted like he didn't notice; Gerard wasn't in the mood for any touching. Instead, he shoved his hand in Gerard's front pocket and Gerard gasped loudly. Frank pulled it out. Then, Frank picked up his backpack, gave Gerard a small smirk, then walked away.

Gerard quickly dug around in his front pocket to see what frank put in there, once he retrieved the paper, he held it up to his face. His eyes went wide, it was a phone number. He must have written it down when Gerard wasn't looking. Gerard frowned, Gerard notices everything, why didn't he notice Frank writing it down? Anyway, the number was most likely Frank's because why would he give Gerard someone else's?

Then Gerard did the only thing he felt he had to, which was head home. The sun had already set this early and even though he absolutely adored the stars, Mikey wanted him back as early as possible. So, Gerard walked back, not minding that his jeans were soaked the ocean's liroconite colored waves. Gerard couldn't help but wonder what happened back there. Frank was getting into his head, and Gerard didn't know if he should hate him for it or be grateful.

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The chapters will get longer (I promise).
Idk is it good so far? I don't really have a plot for it which is very stupid of me; idk when the updates will be. It might be days it might be months because I'm not really expecting anyone to read or like this; also because I run out of ideas and passion for most of the things I try to write. Maybe this will be different?